Ivy’s POV
Alexander doesn’t waste another second.
He shoves me back against the counter, one hand on my throat, not choking, just holding, reminding me exactly who’s in control. His breath is hot against my face, his chest rising and falling like he’s barely holding himself together.
“I should make you crawl, Ivy. Right here, in this goddamn bathroom,” he snarls, voice low and rough. “On your knees, like the desperate little slut you pretend not to be.”
My throat tightens. Not from fear, never fear. From anticipation. From the way his filthy words scrape down my spine and land straight between my legs.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I breathe out.
“You snuck out. In this,” His hand fists the hem of my dress, jerking it up. “Wearing this tight little thing like you forgot who f*****g o
